For the 9-year-old mare Sweet Hot Toddy, the back-breaker came in race number 75. Yesterday, in a cheap claimer at lowly Finger Lakes, she died – “pulled up in distress,” says Equibase; “euthanized on track,” adds the Gaming Commission. And while the latter assures that an “investigation continues,” I’m fairly certain one never even began. For you see, Sweet Hot Toddy was a (relatively) worthless, (prematurely) old horse toiling away for bottom-feeder “connections.” She was a nothing, a nonentity. In other words, no one – in Racing World, that is – cares that she’s dead.
This is horseracing.